The Time Travelers: Tributes from the Past
by Catnip-WiseGirl007
Summary: TimeTravelingfic, with a twist! After trying out the Brittany's time machine, four best friends are stuck in the future, where the Hunger Games exist. They are reaped and forced to play in the Games. Will they survive and go back to their own time?
1. Prologue

**Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Hunger Games nor Glee.**

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"This way people! Watch your step!"

"Hey, don't push me!"

"Sorry. I tripped."

"Can't somebody just turned on the lights?"

With a click, the lights turns on. Everybody sigh in relief. "Thank god!"

"Sugar," the girl with piercing blue eyes looks at her brunette best friend and frowns. "What exactly are we doing in your basement?" The brunette, Sugar Lopez-Pierce, smiles and walks to the center of the room, where something is covered by a white sheet of cloth. "What's that?"

"This, Harmony Hudson, is something that I've been wanting to show you guys," Sugar says. She grabs the cloth and yanks it, revealing a weird looking machine.

Silence.

"Um, Sugar. What in the world is that?"

Sugar smiles at the machine and looks back at her friends. "Well, you know how my mom is always busy lately?" Her three best friends nod. "She was busy working at this."

The blonde boy raises an eyebrow. "And that is a?"

Sugar sighs. "Can't you guess what it is? I mean, you're Cameron Freakin' Duval-Sterling! You're the genius! Can't you guess?"

"Um, no?"

"Well guess what? I'm not taking a no as an answer."

Cameron furrows his eyebrow. Meanwhile a brunette boy raises his hand. "Is it a machine that makes peanut butter?"

Sugar sighs. "No Rory, it's not. This thing is a lot more fantastic than peanut butter."

The brunette boy, Rory, pouts. "But nothing is a lot more interesting than peanut butters," he murmurs.

"Well, this thing is," Sugar insists. She then turns to Cameron, expecting an answer. "Well?"

"I have no idea," the blonde says. "What is it?"

"Drum roll please!" Cameron makes a drumming noise by hitting a table beside him. When he's finally over, Sugar exclaims, "It's a Time Machine! Well, the prototype, at least."

Unexpectedly, Harmony laughs. "A Time Machine? Hahahaha, nice one Sugar!"

Sugar frowns. "You think I'm kidding?" The brunette girl asks, offended by her best friend's reaction.

"Well, duh," Harmony says. I mean, time traveling is impossible."

"Actually," Cameron says, as he fixes his glasses. "It is possible. I mean, I did some research and-"

"Cam!"

Cameron blinks. "What?"

"Don't do scientific talk," Harmony says. "You'll hurt my ears."

"Yeah," Rory says. "I mean, no offense lad. But when you starts talking in those scientific language thing, you can put even the most hyper kid into sleep."

Cameron frowns at this. "No worries though Cam," Sugar says. She takes a blueprint on a shelf and hands it to Cameron. "Here's the blueprint to the project. So you can do... Whatever science geeks do with these kind of things."

"Sweet," the boy exclaims, taking the blueprint from his friend's hand. He opens it and studies it. "This is so cool," he muses, causing his three best friends to roll their eyes.

Harmony looks back at Sugar. She crosses her arms and scoffs. "So your mom created a time machine. Well huzzah," she says sarcastically, making hand gesture at the word 'huzzah'. "So what are we going to do with it?"

Sugar laughs. "Well, we're going to try it silly!"

"We're try it? Sugar, are you insane?" Harmony yells.

"Aw, come on Harmony! We can go back to the past and see our parents in their High School! I mean, hearing their story isn't enough right?"

Harmony blinks. "You're right," she says, her eyes lighten up. "I mean, I really wanna see how mom and dad relationship grows. And how New Direction looks like. And I really wanna see mom's performance in 'West Side Story'."

"Then if I say I can take you to their senior year, will you come?"

"Yes!"

"Good," Sugar says, nodding her head. Then she looks at Rory. "You're coming right?"

"Sugar," the brunette boys says. "Don't get me wrong. I mean, I love you so very much and all. But don't you think it's dangerous?"

"Come on Rors," Harmony pouts. "I really wanna see McKinley's 'West Side Story'. I mean don't you wanna watch my mom and your papa as Maria and Tony? Live!"

"Yeah, don't be a party pooper. You worry to much," Sugar says. "I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen?"

Rory furrows his eyebrow. "Let see, we might change the past, which will also cause changes in the future. Thus, we are risking our existence here, in this time period."

"Then simple: be very careful. Try not to get too involved with our parent's life," Harmony suggests.

"What if something worse happens?" Rory questions once more. "What if we're stuck in that time period because the machine is broken? I mean, you did say it's still the prototype."

Sugar snorts. "Please, there's nothing wrong with this machine. Right Cam?"

Cameron raises his head from the blueprint. He blinks and looks at his friends. "Nothing seems wrong here." Then he goes back into studying the blueprint.

"See?" Sugar says. "The machine is perfectly safe."

"Then what about our identities? We can't just walk in the hallway and says, 'Hello, I'm Rory Hummel-Anderson! I'm Kurt's and Blaine's son from the future. It's really nice meeting you!'"

Sugar opens her mouth to answer Rory. But Cameron cuts her off. "No worry Rors," he says, still looking at the blueprint. "'According to this blueprint, the machine creates a fake identity and back story for us. They also make this kind of illusion, so people from the time period we're in feel like they've known us since forever. Our parents will never find out we're from the future."

Sugar raises her eyebrow. "Anymore question, Little Leprechaun?"

"Fine. I'll go," Rory murmurs.

"Great! That's my man," Sugar says. She gives a peck on his lips and grins. "So come on now! Into the machine!" She runs into the machine. While Sugar grabs Rory by the hand and pulls the reluctant boy into the machine. Meanwhile Cameron walks into the machine, still studying the blueprint. "Let's see, set the time and destination," Sugar says. She looks at the machine controller.

Cameron, on the other hand, wrinkles his nose. "Wait a second. Something seems wrong here," he murmurs.

"The time is set! Are you ready?"

"Yes," Harmony exclaims.

"I got a really bad feeling about this," Rory murmurs under his breath.

"Here we go!"

"Don't press the button," Cameron yells. "The machine is still unstable and has still has some technical errors!"

Rory and Harmony turns their heads toward Cameron, their eyes as wide as a saucer pan. "What?"

Too late, though. Before Sugar can stop herself, she presses the button. The machine starts running and transports them into another time period.

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	2. Cameron: Waking in a Strange Place

**Disclaimer: I definitely don't own anything**

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Cameron opens his eyes and sits up. He looks at his surrounding. He's currently in a room with wooden floor and walls, sitting on a bed. Cameron furrows his eyebrow, confused at what is going on. The boy closes his eyes again. _Come on Cam. What happened a few moments ago?_

And just like that he remembers what happens. He remembers being in Sugar's basement. He's standing inside a weird looking machine, a time machine. He remembers Sugar pressing a button, causing himself to travel through times, along with Sugar, Harmony, and Rory.

His eyes snaps open. "Rory," he says quietly. _Great,_ he thinks bitterly. _Not only I'm stuck here in other time period, I am also separated from my best friends._

He glances at the bedside table on the bedside table. It reads 9 o'clock. Sighing, he get out of bed and do his morning habit: taking a bath and getting dressed.

He was just about to step out of the room when he remembered his glasses. He turns around and found it laying on the desk. He takes it and also spot something else. _The blueprint._

Thank god he has it with him.

He snatches it and shove it into his pocket. Then, he walks out of his room.

He let his feet drags him into a room. A kitchen, where two adults and a teenage girl is having their breakfast. As soon as he enter the room, their eyes dart towards him. "Cameron, my son" the man says. "You're finally awake."

At first, Cameron furrows his eyebrow, utterly confused why the man calls him his 'son'. But then he remember that the time machine makes a fake identity and back story for him. That's why the man, the stranger in front of him, calls him his 'son'. "Hey, uh, dad." He then looks at the woman who sits beside his 'dad'. "Hi, erm, mom."

Wow. He was used to having two dads. Hearing the word 'mom' came out off his mouth, that sounds weird in every way.

"Hello sweetie," the woman, his 'mom' says, smiling at him as if she had known him for a very long time. "How was your sleep."

"It was okay," Cameron says. He sits beside the teenage girl, who he assume is his 'sister', and starts to eat his breakfast.

"Well," his 'dad' says, raising an eyebrow. "You're dressed."

"Yeah."

"That's unusual. You're usually bathe at noon," his 'sister' points out.

"Well, um."

"I think it's because of the Reaping," says his 'mom'. "After all, it's his last year."

"The what?" Cameron asks, completely dumbfounded.

The blonde girl beside her groans. "The Reaping, you moron."

"Liza," his 'mom' warns. But the girl, Liza, ignores her.

"Where kids from the age of 12 until 18 is being gathered in the town plaza. Then the District escort from Capitol will pick one of you to either meet your death or bring home some fortunes."

Cameron gulps. _That doesn't sound so good._ He opens his mouth to ask something else, but a beeping sounds cuts him. Cameron's 'mom' sighs.

"We should go," her husband says. "There's something we need to check before the Reaping starts. So, we'll see you when the Reaping starts." They stand up and disappears into the living room to get the door.

As soon as her parents walks out, Liza eyes Cameron suspiciously. "What?" the blonde boy asks.

"Look," she says. "I don't know what has gotten into your head, but you're not acting like my normal annoyingly genius brother, Cameron Mitchell. So, I'm just going to keep my eyes on you like a hawk."

Cameron blinks. "Um, okay then." He then gulps nervously. "I'm, uh, going to take a walk." With that, he stands up and walks away.

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At first, Cameron thought a walk can clears his mind and makes it easier for him to think about the next plan. But boy, he was wrong.

When Cameron steps out of the Mitchell's residence, his eyes widen. _Oh God,_ he thinks, as he looks around his surrounding. _This isn't Lima. This is so not Lima. Where the heck am I?_

As soon as that question pops in his mind, his feet drags him with no particular direction in mind. He just walks, too busy observing everything around him. So he doesn't realize that he has stop in front of a library. How did he find his way to the library? He has no idea. But he walks into the library anyway. It's the only place to get answer.

An old lady greets him when he comes in. "Ah, hello Cameron," she greets warmly. "Came here for a quick visit?"

"Yeah," he says. "I need to look for something."

The woman nods. "Alright then. But you better find it soon. The library is closing in thirty minutes."

He nods and walks to the history isle. There, he founds some useful information. At least, now he knows that he's in Panem, the place where North America used to stand. There used to be 13 District. But the Capitol, the place where they run the government, destroyed District 13 in the Dark Days. So there are 12 Districts now. He is now in District 3, which distribute technology to the Capitol. Also, there's the Hunger Games, an annual TV shows where they put twenty-four children, twelve boys and twelve girls, in the Arena to fight to the death. And to choose those twenty four children, they held a Reaping each year, like what they're going to do today.

Now he knows two things:

1. After reading the history books, he knows that The Capitol people are very sensitive.

2. He's stuck in the future and he might not coming back to his time period.

Cameron sighs and rubs his temple. _Note to self: Kill Sugar Lopez-Pierce. But not litterally._

"Cameron dear?"

He turns around to find the librarian smiling at him. "I'm going to close the place now. You should really go home. The Reaping is starting in an hour."

Cameron glances at the clock that hangs on the wall. It shows 10.30 a.m. "Already?" he asks. The librarian nods. Cameron smiles politely. "Alright then. Thank you."

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"Your finger, sir."

Cameron gulps as he extends his hand. He winces when the woman in uniform, also known as Peacekeeper, pricks his finger. After scanning his blood, the Peacekeeper lets him in to line up with the other 18 year-old boys.

When he gets into the line, everybody ignores him, which is fine with him. Even back in his time period, he had been ignored by the kids at school, with exception of Sugar, Harmony, and Rory, of course. So, he's used to it.

Just when he slips into the line, the Mayor of District 3 reads something. The Treaty of Treason, he guesses. He tries to listen to it, but he gets bored. So he starts, zoning off, thinking where his friends are. In which District are they now? Are they okay? Will he meets up with them again. Will he ever see Rory's again?

The sound of clapping hands snap him back to reality. He looks at the stage and see a man with neon pink skin and purple hair and tuxedo. Two words to describe it: Ridiculously hideous.

"Hello District three! Happy Hunger Games," he says cheerfully, completely oblivious that the crowd claps half-heartedly. "I am feeling so jumpy right now, so we should just start immediately. For the girl." He walks to a bowl filled with paper, and snatches one of the paper. He unfolds it and reads the name out loud, "Hope Chester."

From the 16 year-old girls line, a skinny brunette walks out of the line. She looks terrified and trembling the whole time. After shaking hands with the pink guy, she takes a step back. "Now," the man says. "And now, for the boy."

He walks to the other bowl and snatches a paper out. He unfolds it and read it aloud. "Cameron Mitchell."

Cameron's eyes widen and his mouth hangs open. Then he closes it again. _No freakin' way._ Once again, his feet drags him to the stage, where the pink guy is smiling at him creepily. After they shake hands, the man grabs Cameron's and the girl's, Hope's, arm and raise it, as if they're the Victor. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Hope Chester and Cameron Mitchell, Tribute of District 3."

Cameron sighs. He is so dead.


	3. Harmony: The Worst Day Ever

**Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Glee nor Hunger Games.**

Harmony Hudson had bad days before. There was that one time where she lost her voice just a couple of day before an annual talent show. This freaked Harmony, and her parents, out. Finn and Rachel was trying every they can to gain her voice back.

Another one was when she was the lead role in the latest school play, Romeo and Juliet. Rory, who was supposed to be Romeo, was running late and she was panicking. When he showed up 10 minutes before the performance starts, she yelled at the poor boy.

But the day when she was trapped in the future, alone and not knowing anybody around her and not even know where the hell are her bestfriends ? By far, that's the worst day in her life.

After Harmony heard Cameron's warning, she was planning to jump out of the machine. But then, she heard the engine starts to run and freezed. Instead, she closes her eyes, mentally blaming everybody for whatever she will go through.

She's blaming Cameron for the late warning. She's blaming Rory for not trying to make her think sense. And she is definitely blaming Sugar for making her think it was a good idea and dragging her into this mess.

When she doesn't hear anything but silence, she opens her eyes. She doesn't really now what to expect, really. Maybe she's standing in the middle of a jungle? Or a cave? A desert perhaps? A big and nice mansion maybe?

When she opens her eyes, she founds her self in the darkness. She frowns. "What the hell?"

She squints her eyes, thinking it'll help her see better. But it doesn't work. So she tries to figure out where she is by palpating her surroundings.

She finds out that she's currently in a room that has little space. Then she frowns when she founds a doorknob in front of her. Furrowing her eyebrow, she turns it and pushes the door.

The blinding light makes her squint her eyes. After she's used to the brightness, she takes a good look at the place. Her nose wrinkles in disgust.

There are lots of machine and fabrics around her. Lots of people are at their post, doing whatever they're supposed to do with the fabric. The others are walking back an forth, bringing fabrics from a room to their station.

Harmony turns around to see where she was earlier. Her eyes widen when she sees a porta-potty. "Ew!" she shrieks, making everybody looks at her in either confusion or annoyance. "I was in that... Disgusting place! Ew!"

"There you are!"

Still panicking over the fact that she was in the porta-potty, she turns around to the source of the voice and 'wipes the germs' on his clothes. The short fat man immediately grab her hand. "Hey!" Harmony argues. "Let me go!"

He stares at Harmony with his eyes narrowed. "What do you think you're doing?" He scolds. "You're supposed to be at your station!"

Harmony looks at the shorter man quizzically. "What station?" Instead of answering, the man drags her by the arm. "Hey!" Harmony protests. "Let me go you pludgy old man!"

"You're here to work for me," the man yelled back. "I pay you to do your work, not hanging around the factory." They finally reach a control room for one of the machine. The old man let goes of Harmony's hand.

Harmony crosses her arms and huffs. "I don't work for you, I don't even know you," she says.

The man groans exasperatedly. "Just do your job!"

"Well you can't make me," Harmony says, smirking. "America is a free country, and I believe I can do whatever I want."

At first, the shorter man blinks. Then he laughs. "Nice try, Montgomery, but you're not getting away,"

Harmony frowns. Montgomery, she thinks. But then she remembers something about the time machine: it creates fake identities for you.

"But this is Panem. America is gone. It was burnt into ashes many years ago." Harmony eyes widened. "So if you're trying to fool me, you should make a better excuse," the man says. "Now hurry up and get to work!" With that, the man walks away. Leaving Harmony standing all alone in thoughts.

America is... Gone? What happened exactly? How did it burn? Does it happened somewhere in her generation? If so, did her family died? And what freaking year is it anyway?

Harmony sighs. _I'll find out more about it later_, she thinks. _Now..._

She turns to face the machine she was tell to operate. She walks closer to it and frowns. There are lots of button and lights, blinking. How the hell am I going to operate this?

She glances around, but there no one she could ask for help. God, how she wishes her friends are here. If Cam is here, he would know what to do. And if Sugar or Rory that's here... Well, at least she isn't going to be the ONLY one who's going to get blame.

Harmony turns back to the machine. Biting her lips, she stares one of the many button. She gets a feeling that's the button she's supposed to press. She isn't a hundred percent sure, but...

Well, what's the worse thing that could happen right?

With that in mind, Harmony sighs and presses the button.

Turns out, the worse thing that could happen is a malfuction on a machine, a little sparks of fire, and the workers evacuating themselves, screaming 'We're going to die!'.

It wasn't really that bad, really. No harm done to anybody. The machine is just broken. But Mr Pludge Shorty Guy- whose name turns out to be Mr Leon- made a big fuss about it. He yelled at her, saying how she made him waste his money on fixing the machine and all that crap. In the end he fired Harmony.

And so there she is, walking on an empty street, jobless and lost. So far, the day has went from the worst day ever to the worstest day ever.

Yes, it is that bad for Harmony that she thinks a grammatical error is really necessary.

On the bright side, at least now she knows a little more about where she is. She's currently in Panem. District 8, to be exact. One of the 12 Districts in Panem that produces textiles.

Other than that information, she doesn't know anything else about this strange place. Nor what time period she is in. Nor where the heck are her friends.

She kicks a pebble as she walks, still can't get over the side how bad this day turns out to be. Well, at least it couldn't get any worse, right?

Just then a loud sirene sounds, it almost makes her eardrum shatters. Soon, people starts going out from the house. They're rushing on the street, passing Harmony. The girl frowns. What's going on?

She manages to grab a hand of a boy around her age. "Excuse me." The boy turns around and frown once he sees her.

"What do you want Montgomery?"

Harmony frowns. God, people in this timeline sure are cranky. "What's going on?"

The boy rolls his eyes. "It's the reaping day, you idiot," he says. Before Harmony could ask anything more, the boy pulls his hand and walks away.

_Well, that's just plain rude_, Harmony thinks to herself. She decides to follow the crowd. She keeps on walking and soon, she finds herself entering the Town Square.

The Town Square is already crowded. People are lining up to register. She enters one of the lines and look around. Everybody from the District, from babies to elderies, are there. She also spots a stage that has been set up in front of a big building and her eyes glints in excitement. Are they helding a concert? For charity, perhaps?

"Next," the voice of the peacekeeper (?) snaps Harmony back to reality. She realizes that she's the next in line, so she takes a step closer to the signing table. "Your hand, miss," the peacekeeper says. Harmony is confused, but still offers her arm.

The peacekeeper takes and her hand and pricks her finger. She yelps. "Is that thing sterrilized?" She asks.

But the officer glares at the brunette girl. "Next," the woman says sternly, leaving Harmony to sigh in defeat. Looking around she tries to find where she's supposed to stand. But with the crowd, it's almost impossible to find where she's supposed to line up.

"Harmony!"

Her head snaps to the source of the voice, her eyes catches a tall blonde girl, he girl is waving her arms at her. A brunette girl stands quietly beside the blonde girl, smiling at her. Harmony immediately assumes the two girls are supposed to be her friends in this time zone.

"Hey guys!" Harmony walks towards them.

"Hey Harmony," the blonde girl greets. "How are you? Mellisa and I heard about what Mr Leon did earlier today. What happened?"

I shrug nonchalantly. "I messed up with his machine, which caused a malfuction, a little spark of fire, everybody panicking and running for their dear life. Mr Leon was really pissed so he fired me."

"Yikes," the blonde girl winces. "That sucks."

Just then, the mayor of District 8 appears and starts to make a speech. About what, Harmony isn't so sure, and she doesn't really care, honestly.

"So what are you going to do now?" Mellisa asks in whisper after a few minutes of silence. Harmony shrugs. Mellisa suddenly snaps her finger. "Lilly, your parents are still searching for people to work at their factory right?" Lilly nods, "Maybe you can hire Harmony!"

"That's a great idea!" Lilly says. She turns to Harmony, "I'll ask my mom, 'kay?" The brunette nods.

"Hello District Eight!"

Harmony pays her attention back to the stage, only to find the most ridiculously dressed man she ever met. He has neon pink skin, neon green hair and dressed in neon orange. "Oh my god," Harmony hears Lilly murmur under her breath. "What in the world is Xander wearing?"

"Happy Hunger Games," Xander beams excitedly. Harmony furrows her eyebrow. _Hunger Games? That doesn't sound good..._

"And may the Odds be ever in your favor! Who's excited for the Games? I know I do! So let's just start the Reaping! Gentleman first."

I raise an eyebrow. "Gentleman first?"

"Typical Xander," Mellisa says, as Xander makes his way a bowl of paper. "He always reaped boys first, then girls." Harmony gets even more confuse. _What in the world is a Reaping?_

Xander pulls out a paper from the bowl and unfolds it. "Steven McCartey."

Harmony looks around to see the boy, Steven. She finds a familiar looking boy, walking towards the stage. She soon recognize him as the boy that she asks about what the siren was for on the street earlier.

Harmony hears Lilly whistle. "Must have felt great for you, huh?"

Harmony turns her head and asks, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you hate Steve a lot right? I mean he was your pathetic boyfriend. Plus, after what happened on the winter-"

"What happened at winter?" Harmony asked bluntly.

"You embarassed him in front of public," Mellisa says nonchalantly. "And he hates you even more after that, since you sorta ruin the most important thing to him: Reputation."

"So anyway, you must be glad," Lilly says. "Seeing Steve trying to survive from The Arena, trying to dodge the swords, knives, and all that."

Harmony blinks. "What?" She asks.

"But he trains for years you know. His chance of becoming a Victor is really high," Mellisa adds, frowning. "If he survive, he would use that to brag himself, saying he's better than you and all that."

Harmony frowns, still not understanding about whatever her friends are talking about. She opens her mouth to asks, but is cut off, "Harmony Montgomery."

Harmony freezes. _Did weird neon man just calls her name?_ She looks at her friends and see horror on their face. "Oh my god," Liily whispers.

"Is this really happening?" Mellisa asks

"Harmony Montgomery? Come on get up here," Xander says, getting rather impatiently.

Harmony gulps and begins walking towards the stage. People are giving her sympathetic looks. She mounts the stage and walks toward Xander. "Ah, here's our female Tribute." Once Harmony stands beside Xander, he turns and asks, "Any volunteer?"

Silence answers his question. "Well it is official then," the man says in excitement. "Ladies and Gentleman, our Tributes on the 73rd Hunger Games: Harmony Montgomery and Steven McCartey!" The crowd claps half-heartedly.

Xander turns to the Tributes. "Now come on! Shake hands!"

Harmony turn to look at Steve and offer my hand. He takes it and shakes it firmly. He leans closer. "You better get ready Montgomery," he says in a low voice. "I'm going to make sure your death is going to be slowly, and painful."

That's the last thing he says before Xander ushers them into the big building behind them and the Peacekeeper escorts her to a room. Once she's finally alone, Harmony sits on the velvet couch and sighs.

The day where she's stranded in the future, seperated from her friends, got picked to play in a Game of Death, and knowing a guy who hates her guts is planning on killing her oh-so-painfully?

Yeah, it's officially the worst day in her life.

**So sorry for not updating this story. To be frank, I was about to give up on this story. Partly (and embarassingly) because of the amount of readers. Then, I thought I lost the chapter that I had written, and I decided not to continue. But then, when I checked my old USB, I found it XD So heck, I'll just update this. Soo, yeah...**

**Anyway, did you notice the cover of the story? Pretty cool, huh? Well, I'll credti my friend Maria for that :D And if any of you are directioners, check out her stories here - onedirectionfanfiction dot net/viewuser dot php?uid=3980 They're really good and interesting. Go check 'em out! :D**

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